She was gone from the room a moment and then returned with two thick envelopes.
“My, Lavinia, you don’t intend to read all that, do you?” Lawrence made a burlesque of looking at his watch.
“Oh, you needn’t be afraid,” said Lavinia, smiling. She opened a letter.
“Here’s one that came several days ago. He mentions you both in this one.”
“You don’t mean to say he connects our names?” Lawrence affected consternation.
“Can’t you be serious a moment?” Mayme said, “I want to hear what he says; do go on, Lavinia, and don’t mind Jack.”
Lavinia read the extract from the diary and Marley’s comment.
“Doesn’t he say anything about you?” said Lawrence. “Why don’t you read that? You skip the most interesting parts. You’d better let me read them. Here—” and he held out his hand for the letter.
But Lavinia laid one letter securely in her lap and opened the other.
“Listen to this,” she began, and then she glanced over the first page and half-way down the second.